Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.